The Arizona sentinel., 1887-10-22

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 ''Never was such an organ grinder, :" thought pretty Miss Parker. Then, as she looked down from her perch, while Mortimer led her horse by the bridle, she saw the organ lying the road
 ''Is it hurt-your organ?" she asked again in the Italian language as spoken at Miss Quimby's school. And Mir. Mortimer, all unconscious of her opinion of his social position, inter- rupted her in the same language as taught by Prof Sprachemall.
 "That is my affair, Signorina.
 How proud he is." thought Miss Parker, and her heart futtered as she alighted at the gate and a servant hurried up.
 "Thank you again and again." she repeated.
 "Thank you for the thanks" sighed Mortimer, bending over her hand; and so they parted-Mortimer to meet the Italian and deliver up the organ.
 At tea time Mortimer made many inquiries as to a young Italian lady who drove spirited horse, but his landlady declared she didn't know any foreigners that had horse, and she didn't believe but them poor Eyetalians on the railroad was all bachelors, for she had seen 'em mend- ing their own stockings outside the shanties many a time"
 However, he could not forget the pretty face and gentle voice, and found himself singing Some Day" with expression as he wandered about in the moonlight. And he got down his Italian books and brushed up his knowledge of that Ian guage, and looked often along the lann for the red and gold cart, but did not see it, for the good reason that Mir. Parker had informed his daughter that he thought she was only going to make fool of herself in that joggle-box; but if she was going to risk her life, that was another thing, and had condemned her to the family carriage and the safe driving of old Casper Wumps, the family coachman, who never drove down the narrow side lane.
 So, for many days, Mortimer saw no more of his charmer, while the pretty Miss Parker hardly knew whether she was wretched or happy when she thought what a wonderful romance had come into her life; for she owned to herself thaG she adored that ''eX- quisite organ grinder" who certain ly was prince in reduced circum- stances.
 At last they met It was in this way. Mortimer was fishing and Miss Parker was taking a walk. She bent her steps toward the little cove where he had established himself. and they met face to face. His fishinG-rod dropped out of his hand; her book fell from hers.
 My gallant preserver" she cried, in Italian. "Oi, Signor! is it possi- ble?"
 And he answered, in Italian also:
 "Signorina, this is the happiest day of my life. "
 And so they began to meet and make love to each other in foreign Ian guage. Miss Parker felt sure that her father would not welcome an organ grinder as guest. and did not ask him to call. Mortimer, on his part, fished for an invitation as he had never fished for trout. He was a gentleman, and he felt that having given his heart to young lady, he ought to know her parents and pay his addresses proper ly. As for Miss Parker. she was q uite ready to elope whenever he proposed it, and to hold the tamborine for pen nies while he played the organ over the whole world; but she was not equal to introducing her papa, General Per rywinkle Parker, 10 an organ grinder, however charming.
 'I wish she knew little English. l could explain better," thought Morti- mer 'I wonder why she don't say, Call Iexpect something unpleasant will come of this."
 Something did.
 One afternoon, about twilight as the big tea bell was ringing violently on the clearinghouse lawn for the benefit of wandering boarders, Morti- mer and Miss Parker sat by the trout stream upon some rather damp but very messy rocks.
 His arm was about her waist her head on his shoulder, and he had called her "Carissima," and Bella Carissima" several times, when an avalanche rolled down the hill upon them. That was the effect It was, however, only the portly person of General Jobkins Perrywinkle Parker, who had come upon them suddenly, and slipped in rushing down the slope. They broke his fall. and were not quite crushed flat, but when he was picked up and had become himself again he began to use language his favorite preacher would not have liked to hear him use, and inquired, Tn the pauses, ''what his daughter meant by this, and who this rascal was.'
 Mortimer, quite conscious that he deserved this, was feeling his pockets for card, and finding none; and won dering. too, at the ease with which his Italian angels parent spoke English, Io,.